Post by MISTA SILJE on Sept 5, 2016 16:39:38 GMT -6
BORN FROM INSANITY AND FOLLOWED BY MADNESS
Insanity. It wasn’t something that had taken very lightly. It was just something that was a being. It was in and out of itself, seeping through the blood of humans through the centuries. Mista was no foreigner to this feeling. To these demons of insanity and madness that robbed her cradle and plagued her life to this day. She had been this way since she was a child, married into the life of entrapment and thrust into the life of slaughter. At first, people believed that she wouldn’t be that bad, that she would still be the innocent young girl in appearance. They had been wrong. Skilled with a dagger, she had slaughtered entire families and by the time that the time she was locked away; she had only been sixteen-year-old. She had thought she had done something wrong and in her mind, Mista was guilty – and she was insane. Sent into a mental fit for the next four years, she only got worse. She hurt people, hurt herself and was locked away because of it – until she was freed and escaped, only to be turned into a werewolf and thrown into the world of the supernatural.
Hitting target after target, even moving onto moving targets such as humans and bird. It was the best way to keep her calm and to stop her from killing the men that were around her, the men of her pack and pretty much anyone in sight. But that moment was different. The smell of blood on a warm summers night was not something that Mista would have wanted to be sensing. While the signs of death and destruction warmed her belly, the smell of blood was so strong her nose wrinkled. Yes, she liked to cause bleeding, but when she didn’t, a part of her was disgusted by it all.
Without even thinking her body, on high alert, moved towards the smell and that was how she found herself in the alley. A dead body was the first thing she saw, but the smell of blood was the first thing that caught her attention. She grew closer to it, staring at the man with dead eyes and blood hands. Bending down, she placed her hand upon his neck, expecting him to jump awake, but his pulse was gone. She stood up from the body, shaking her head. Poor guy, he looked so young. But looks could be deceiving; she would know. She learned the hard way a long time ago.
Hitting target after target, even moving onto moving targets such as humans and bird. It was the best way to keep her calm and to stop her from killing the men that were around her, the men of her pack and pretty much anyone in sight. But that moment was different. The smell of blood on a warm summers night was not something that Mista would have wanted to be sensing. While the signs of death and destruction warmed her belly, the smell of blood was so strong her nose wrinkled. Yes, she liked to cause bleeding, but when she didn’t, a part of her was disgusted by it all.
Without even thinking her body, on high alert, moved towards the smell and that was how she found herself in the alley. A dead body was the first thing she saw, but the smell of blood was the first thing that caught her attention. She grew closer to it, staring at the man with dead eyes and blood hands. Bending down, she placed her hand upon his neck, expecting him to jump awake, but his pulse was gone. She stood up from the body, shaking her head. Poor guy, he looked so young. But looks could be deceiving; she would know. She learned the hard way a long time ago.
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